New Job and Fishing Memories

The new job is going well. Training has consisted mainly of memorizing various codes. It's not Whiskey Tango Foxtrot but William Tom Frank. I'm picking things up fast and believe when I'm done with training (6 months from now) I'm really going to like this job.

The health insurance for my husband and I was almost 500 dollars a month. Ouch! Again, I say Ouch. I had decided to turn it down, but my husband said to go ahead and get it just for me, which is only 85 bucks a month. The rest of the benefits are pretty good and the retirement plan is sweet.

My husband is handling my absence during the day as well as can be expected. While going through his tools and stuff, I found our old fishing cooler. I cleaned it up and have been using it to pack him a very nice lunch and several sodas to hold him over until I get home.

Finding that cooler brought back fond memories of better days. We used to have a secret spot on Hagg Lake in Oregon where we would go fishing. We would bring snacks and beers in the little cooler and spend a couple hours there. We never really caught anything big enough to keep, it was mainly a good excuse to drink beer at 7am in the morning. We always had such fun, and we tried to go at least once a week.

One day we showed up to fish as we usually did and there was a strange shrine – a table with flowers and candles – sitting in our spot. We had heard that a whole family had drowned at Hagg Lake, but we didn't know it was right at our secret fishing place. Needless to say, we didn't fish that day. We tried to find a new spot at a different lake, but it just wasn't the same. We kind of stopped fishing altogether after that. I miss those days. Those were good times.

That is all for now because my crappy computer keeps crashing while I'm trying to write this. I will post again soon, just not sure when.

Hope you all are well! Take care out there.